Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Her eyes darken. “If I do that, we’ll forget the clothes.”
“They’re already forgotten,” I tell her, and then I tip my chin up. “Come here, Cam.”
She licks her lips as she pushes the clothes from her lap, and fuck me dumb, the girl goes to her hands and knees, crawling to me. Her eyes never leave mine, that perfect ass in the air as she comes to me just as I asked. I reach out, cupping her hips as her mouth meets mine. My eyes fall shut, and my heart slams into my chest as our lips press together with such need. Just as I’m about to pull her into my lap in the hopes we’ll use every single towel in here, rewash them, dry them, and do it all over again, the door flies open.
We break apart, but I don’t stop watching her as she covers her mouth, her face dark red, as Evan yells, “Benson! Er, fuck, sorry.”
But he doesn’t leave as Cameron falls back to her haunches, and I gawk at him in disbelief.
“Fucking cockblock,” I mutter, and Cameron snorts. “I mean, ya already interrupted. What do you want?”
He throws his hand back toward the living room. “Did you know he’s marrying that chick?”
Well. Shit. Cameron’s eyes widen. “Who? Quinn?”
“Yeah,” I say answering both their questions, and Evan’s eyes widen.
“What the hell! She doesn’t even like us!”
“According to her, she doesn’t have to like us, only Quinn,” I supply, and Evan’s eyes widen.
Beside me, Cameron says, “Does he even like her?”
“I don’t think so,” Callie says, leaning on the doorframe. “Oh good, you’re folding everything. It was killing me knowing that wasn’t done.”
Cameron ignores her best friend’s comment and looks at Evan. “Did they leave?”
“Yeah, he made me promise not to say anything, told me, and then left like it was no big deal.” Evan’s eyes cut to mine. “What the fuck is going on?”
I shrug. “Dude, I have no clue. She came out of nowhere. They’ve known each other in school, but he never said he liked her. Then all of a sudden, they’re engaged. It’s fucking weird.”
“Do you think he is doing it to mess with Emery?” Callie asks, coming to sit on the bed.
As she starts to fold, I say, “I said so, but he claims it’s not. That he has to get over Emery.”
“Sure, it’s been three years, but don’t marry someone who is not even kinda into you,” Evan says, his eyes wide. “Mom is gonna be pissed. And listen, I’m not sure Emery won’t kill Quinn for this.”
Cameron snorts at that, and even I grin as she says, “I thought the same thing earlier, but now that I know they’re engaged, I know for a fact that she’s gonna hide his body once she’s done.”
“I think he’s still in love with Emery, and he went for her exact opposite,” Callie adds as she grabs another basket. Man, she’s fast. “And yeah, should someone tell him to hire security? We could go in on it, give it to him as a wedding gift.”
Cameron laughs, and I would too if Evan didn’t look so stricken. Holding his gaze, I say, “I said the same thing to him, but he insists it’s not that. That he doesn’t want to wait anymore for someone who doesn’t want him.”
I feel Cameron’s gaze on me, and when I look over at her, she gives me a small smile. “That’s super unfortunate.”
I shrug, holding her gaze. “Some people don’t realize how important it is to wait for the one they truly want.”
It’s Callie’s snickering that breaks our locked gazes. “I should go ahead and put in the order for the Miss Muffet dress.”
Cameron’s eyes narrow. “Don’t you dare.”
“What?” I ask, but Evan is over it.
He groans loudly. “Can we not make this about you two? My brother is marrying the spawn of Satan, and someone needs to tell my mom or even Emery. I bet if Emery gets wind of it, she’ll put a stop to it.”
I’m sure Evan isn’t wrong, but I ignore him. “What’s this about Miss Muffet?”
Cameron glares at Callie. “Nothing at all.”
“Ha, whatever,” she chortles. “I made a bet with you girlie-friend, and I know I’m gonna win.”
“What’s the bet?” I ask, watching Cameron’s profile as her face fills with color. Even the tips of her ears are dark red. God, she’s stunning.
And damn, I want to know all about this Miss Muffet dress.
“None of your business,” she throws at me before cutting Callie a look. “Don’t you dare.”
Callie’s eyes dance with mischief as Evan throws up his arms. “Hello! People! Quinn is getting married to that awful person, and someone needs to stop it!”
We all ignore him as I lean in, pressing my lips to the shell of Cameron’s ear. “Tell me.”
“No,” she says, moving away, but I catch her around her waist, dragging her back to me and into my lap. Callie laughs as Cameron’s sweet ass settles in my lap. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her to my chest as I nuzzle her neck.